Who gazeth on a woman’s grace,
No salve or drug can cure his smart.
“And for the rib is high and low—
One side is vaulted, one is round,
Her face doth love and sweetness show
Whilst in her heart fierce hate is found.”
Here is a passage from another poem of Sunetzi’s entitled The Glory of the Saints, describing the Resurrection:—
“Opened are the tombs;
Now rise the dead that long in dust have lain.
Decked with brilliant hues,